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Captain’s Log

There is a thing that we have all forgot,

I’ve dogged the hatch and stumbled to the helm,

My head, it spins, some thing has gotten in,

The crew sound off, it’s long past time to go,

I count ‘em twice and ev’ryone’s aboard,

We jump, and stars transform, we jump again,

The cosmos crystallizes from what if,

There’s something still I think we have forgot.

Her empty seat reminds me of her breath,

Which boiled out from her crimsoned lungs; her eyes

Are milk; her frozen body knocks against

The hull, drifts past the ports, stares in at us,

We never leave a member of our crew,

There’s something that I wish I could forget.